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gave you right? We had already planned to buy the dresses. I would’ve told you , but I didn’t think you’d look until you got home.”
    “It just sort of happened,” I told her, already day dreaming about the dress I had just found.
    “Aww, sweetie,” I could hear her tearing up. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”
    “I can’t wait to show it to you, mommy. It’s so beautiful, it’s more than I ever imagined.” It wasn’t really that hard for any dress to be better than I imagined. I had never been one of those girls, that sat around and day dreamed about Prince Charming and what kind of napkins to use at my wedding. It just wasn’t me.
    “Amy and I are making some headway here. We’re going to look at invitations this evening. I’ll send you pictures and you and Caeden can tells us your favorite.”
    “Isn’t it kind of late to get invites?”
    “This place prints them next-day.”
    “Oh,” I said.
    “Amy and I will probably both be calling you and Caeden off and on to get your approval on details. So be sure that you both keep your phones on you.”
    “Alright, mom.”
    “I can’t wait to see your dress! And just charge it to your father’s card! The bridesmaid’s dresses too,” she added.
    “I will. Love you,” I said.
    “Love you too,” she hung up.
    I looked over at Chris and Charlotte. “We’re good to go.”
    “Eeeek!” Chris shrieked as she threw her arms around me. “This is all just so exciting!”
    We left the little room and headed out front. Marge came out of a back room with another garment bag. “You’re in luck! We had another one of this dress in just the right size and color.”
    “That’s great,” I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she had said I’d be able to get the dress within a week , if it had to be custom ordered, I had still imagined something bad happening, like it arriving in the wrong color.
    “Are you interested in any veils today? Tiaras? Shoes?” She motioned to the display set up in front of the shop.
    “No thanks,” I shook my head, already reaching for my wallet. “I think a veil or a tiara would take away from the beauty of the dress. I don’t want to overdo it.”
    “Any shoes?”
    I cringed, dreading to have to try on heels with my sore feet. Even though I had jokingly stated wearing sneakers, I had kind of warmed up to the idea. After all, I was tall already. It’s not like I needed the extra height. But I knew between Chris, my mom, and Amy there was no way I would get away with it.
    “Uh, sure,” I let Marge take me to the shoe display. She asked me my shoe size and then went to get all the pairs they had in my size. She returned with five different boxes and proceeded to remove them so that I could look at them.
    I looked over the different pairs and picked one up that had tiny flowers on the back, similar to the ones on the dress. I slipped my shoes off and put the heels on. They were a good fit and about as c omfortable as a high heels could be.
    I modeled them in front of a mirror and said, “I think these will be perfect with the dress.”
    “Excellent,” Marge said as I slipped the shoes off. She placed them back in the box and took it to the register where the dresses were waiting.
    She rang everything up and I handed her the credit card. After signing the receipt , she handed the garment bags to me, and the box of shoes to Charlotte.
    I hung the dresses from one of those hanger things in the backseat and hopped in the driver’s seat.
    “Well, I would say today has been successful,” Chris remarked as she fastened her seatbelt.
    “I have to agree,” I said, and couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. “I can’t believe I found a dress.”
    “It’s like it was meant to be,” Charlotte said from the backseat.
    I nodded my head in agreement.
    I was surprised to find that that the guys were back. I figured they’d be gone longer than us. I glanced at the clock in the car and blanched. Seven o’